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Title: the almanac of last things
Fandom: Sherlock/Artemis Fowl crossover (Fowlock)
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: John Watson and Domovoi Butler/Sebastian Moran. Mentions of Artemis Fowl/Jim Moriarty, Lestrande and Mycroft. A bit of Sherlock/John if you squint hard enough.
Warning: Extreme AU, depressing fic things
Notes: Written for black_catxiii as an exchange thingy where she wrote Superlock while I did Fowlock. Title of fic comes from 31_days, with the prompt for 15th May 2012.

( Those are eyes which John has seen and know all too well—they are the eyes of a man dedicated to his task, a man who has given his all for nothing but one task and one task alone. )

Title: it will be short, it will take all your breath
Fandom: Supernatural/Sherlock crossover (Superlock, hurr hurr)
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock Holmes, Castiel. Mentions of Winchesters and John Watson.
Warning: AU liek whoa, near-character death, Superlock madness
Notes: Written for xenoamorist as a belated birthday present for her. c: Happy belated birthday, mate. Title of fic comes from 31_days, with the prompt for 12th April 2012.

( The last thing that Sherlock hears before he fades away are the thunderous wing beats of a million birds. )

Title: I was neither living nor dead
Fandom: Supernatural AU - Novakcest verse (or alternatively, the SPN Jimmy/Jacob AU)
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Jimmy Novak, implied Novakcest
Warning: Angst angst angst
Notes: More Novakcest! Title of fic comes from 31_days, with the prompt for 11th November 2010.

( They never stop taunting him. )

Title: the 3/4 method (or, how Riza Hawkeye deals with her superior)
Fandom: theskytides
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Roy Mustang, Hijikata Toshirou. Roy/Rou twincest.
Warning: 3/4 crack, some gay. Mostly lulz.
Notes: Writing on the plane is strangely fun. Totally inspired by the stuff Kae and I talked about back in Manila. THIS IS FOR YOU, ANIKI.

( Just another day in the life of Riza Hawkeye. )

Title: deny, deny, deny
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester, mentions of Sam, Castiel and Meg. Slight unrequited Dean/Cas angle.
Warning: Angst angst angst.
Notes: ALL THE FEELS FOR 7.17 HNNNGH. Anyway, title of this fic comes from 31_days once more, with the prompt for 5th April 2011.

( Our friends are all dead. )

Title: faith is a series of complications
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel/Castiel, with eventual Dean/Castiel at the end.
Warning: Spoilers for up to 6.15, but also including major plot points for the entire season in general plus Leviathan stuff from Season 7. Warnings for angel on angel action, angst, a notable amount of blasphemy plus gratuitous use (as well as abuse, handwaving and even twisting around) of folklore/mythology, ridiculous amounts of UST (which is over 9000!), major fail everywhere and mainly lots of trainwreck. Oh, and all the drama, because it wouldn’t be fanfiction without it.

Notes: Hoooo boy. Here is the monster fic I've been writing since September, and I'm really glad to be finally posting it. Written for the 2011/2012 gabriel_bigbang challenge, and the masterpost with full links and donwloads can be found here, while tl;dr author's commentary (if you wish to read it) can be found here. I really, really hope you guys enjoy this fic as much as I had a blast writing this (even though IDK how it got this long), and feel free to leave any and all comments when you guys are done.

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Ø: prologue—nobody thinks about you.

( When the blade plunged into him, Gabriel had felt pain like no other. )

← masterpost | first act →

I: first act—you can’t win a race with a cannonball.

( Dean Winchester’s life was fucked. )

← prologue | second act →

II: second act—no more dreaming of the dead.

( It hurt, it had hurt a lot, and it still hurt. )

← first act | third act →

III: third act—face to face with the sky.

( He dreamed of flying, of darting in-between clouds and chasing after birds as laughter bubbled from within him for the first time in what seemed to be forever. )

← second act | fourth act →

IV: fourth act—strength will endure the deception of pain.

( The scent of blood outside had now mixed with the obnoxious smell of sulfur, and there was only one reason as to why he smelled that. )

← third act | fifth act →

V: fifth act—everything we talked about yesterday.

( This here’s the one and only bona-fide neutral territory for any self-respecting pagan god. Nobody’s crazy enough to try and dominate this little country. )

← fourth act | sixth act →

VI: sixth act—of force and friction.

( He was at the top and he was the best; but most of all, he was alone. He was alone, and there was nobody he could turn to. )

← fifth act | seventh act →

VII: seventh act—satellite orbit.

( It figured that Dean was the first thing he had to see in the morning. )

← sixth act | eighth act →

VIII: eighth act—this broken world we choose.

( Sometimes it almost seemed to Dean that the only sane angels were the ones who had tried to murder them. )

← seventh act | ninth act →

IX: ninth act—gathering of the murder.

( Where everybody’s from and nobody goes, that’s where you’re gonna find Jack’s crows. )

← eighth act | tenth act →

X: tenth act—your hand in mine.

( Now he wasn't even Loki, wasn't even Gabriel—he was just a shadow of the Trickster he used to be, not even a fragment of the powerful archangel so feared by men and demons and beast alike. )

← ninth act | eleventh act →

XI: eleventh act—we are all of us haunted and haunting.

( Yeah, there were definitely things in this world that Dean did not need to imagine.  )

← tenth act | twelfth act (part a) →

XII: twelfth act—goodbye halcyon days.

( The story of a God who had been banished to the Earth and chained with humans, the tales about a nameless God who was the equal and direct opposite of their Father; who could ever believe in something like that? )

← eleventh act | twelfth act (part b) →

(previous part here)

( It’s the last thing I expected to see, but… if I’m not mistaken, what Loki has in her hip is Helena’s Nail. )

← twelfth act (part a) | thirteenth act →

XIII: thirteenth act—carry on my wayward son.

( Gabriel lowered his hand back down, sucking in a deep breath to steel himself before he started to walk, taking step by step towards the double doors that would lead him to the end of this long, long road. )

← twelfth act (part b) | epilogue →